[Second Life] The Best Christmas Pageant Ever

[cityship]

Ah, the Fairplay Christmas Pageant. It took place in the Fairplay VFW Hall every year, which, due to the regular needs of the town had received enough money to expand the hall to use it for most community events. People filtered in and out all night so that most families in the town made an appearance at some point. There was punch, egg nog, Christmas snacks, a guy who dressed up as Santa, little kids doing the Nativity play, the mayor's speech, Christmas raffles...

Everyone was expected to attend. Everyone. Parents dragged their kids and teenagers sulked in the corners, presents were exchanged among members of the town, people who did business together used it as a time to talk shop and be a little social, and parents talked about how great their kid's grades were or how little Johnny was doing on the football field.

What a wonderful celebration of townish togetherness, right? People talking about gifts they'd gotten their family members as the status symbols they were, people trying to compete with others in a competition of "Who has the most impressive child?," people sniping each other because of what happened at the last PTA meeting or because they were jealous of another person's success with their business. Funtimes, funtimes.

And as sad before, everyone was expected to attend. Everyone.

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[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie's family was always at the pageant, and this year was no exception. At his father's insistence, the young Scot had put on a respectable suit and a matching tie. Once his father had left the room, however, he had switched the tie from the rather dull specimen to a tartan one, patterned in the McCrimmon colors. Luckily, his father hadn't noticed, thanks to having already indulged in some Christmas 'cheer' earlier. The elder McCrimmon was now off making his rounds of the other business owners, leaving Jamie to his own devices.

Currently, he was idly wandering through the room, occasionally sipping from a cup of eggnog in one hand. Donald's booming voice carried back to him, sounding just a little too cheerful. He must have a flask with him, Jamie thought, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, looking pained.

It was going to be a long evening.